I Told Them That In Some Far-Off Countries, Instead Of
Receiving The Missionaries With Glad And Thankful Hearts, The Indians
Killed And Ate Them; But I Hoped, And Indeed Felt Sure, That His
People Would Find A Better Use For Missionaries Than Putting Them,
Like Salmon, In Pots For Food.
They seemed greatly interested,
looking into each other's faces with emphatic nods and a-ahs and
smiles.
The chief then slowly arose and, after standing silent a minute or
two, told us how glad he was to see us; that he felt as if his heart
had enjoyed a good meal; that we were the first to come humbly to his
little out-of-the-way village to tell his people about God; that they
were all like children groping in darkness, but eager for light; that
they would gladly welcome a missionary and teacher and use them well;
that he could easily believe that whites and Indians were the
children of one Father just as I had told them in my speech; that
they differed little and resembled each other a great deal, calling
attention to the similarity of hands, eyes, legs, etc., making
telling gestures in the most natural style of eloquence and dignified
composure. "Oftentimes," he said, "when I was on the high mountains
in the fall, hunting wild sheep for meat, and for wool to make
blankets, I have been caught in snowstorms and held in camp until
there was nothing to eat, but when I reached my home and got warm,
and had a good meal, then my body felt good.
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